Knee bent and head held low.Eyes closed against my foe.In prayer I sing on
low.Answers to my last call.Oh, sacred father come.For it is you who's done.In blindness do we [signs "you will"]
run.And be sure not to fall.

Oh, christ, what have I done?Ill fortune now will come.Fire raining from the sun.All
virtue swept away.In floods of blackest death.The ghost will take my breath.My sins I will forget.I am nothing
again.